"Ah, daughter, don't bother, let Xiaobao do it himself!" Luo Guiying, worried about exhausting Zhang Ling, hurriedly said.
"Giggle, Mom, it's okay, look at you worrying about this and that, get inside and rest a bit!" Zhou Cuihua, seeing Luo Guiying's anxious demeanor, giggled and pulled Luo Guiying into the house.
Today, Luo Guiying and Li Detian had helped Aunt Wang's family harvest rice and had not had a chance to rest after returning.
"Ah, how did your vegetables sell?" Zhang Ling knew about Li Xiaobao going to the city to sell vegetables. Seeing that Luo Guiying and Zhou Cuihua had entered the house, she quietly came over and asked.
"Hehe!" Li Xiaobao looked at Zhang Ling and chuckled, picking up a wild vegetable from his hand.
"My goodness, are you silly?" Zhang Ling looked at Li Xiaobao's silly smile and, feeling annoyed, glared at him and said, "Come on, spit it out!"